To Summarize Tuesday

Little ticking time bombs
burning in my chest.
Three, two, one; we count down..
fooled by a momentary rest.

Simple satisfaction
in words unread and unwrote.
How many of the thousands of phrases
will forever go unspoke'?

Seems like there are circles;
padora's box inside my mind.
Little ticking time bomb,
is running out of time.

What if I don't finish?
What if these words are all my last?
Wrote too many poems, now I'm stuck,
telling you i need you; future, present, past.

Tuesday is cascading down the drain,
trickling out just like this thread.
Time bomb's so close to going of...
what happens when I'm dead?

Funny how bright this spark can burn,
it's hot and cold all at once.
Play the devil's advocate
and win the seat of the dunce.

Kinda cute how I don't really know,
don't understand these words I say.
Silence screams way too damn loud,
not that anybody's listening anyway.